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Axel

The morning lightbarely creeps in. I've not slept most of the night. The Marines trained my body to function on little sleep, and like all the guys on our team, when we're on missions, our job is to protect our targets at all times. And Penelope isn't just a target anymore. The moment I saw her picture, I wanted her as mine. So she's always had my full attention.

She sleeps curled into my chest, her red hair fanned over me. Throughout the night, she'd fall asleep, wake up, and I gave her more orgasms. Every now and then, she'd softly hum in her sleep the same song she hummed in the tent. I wanted to know what song it is, but I didn't wake her to ask. I kept the blanket wrapped around her so the bugs wouldn't bite her while she rested.

I don't want to wake her. She's pretzeled around my body and has a peaceful glow on her face. But we need to get moving. It's too dangerous to stay in one place for too long.

I kiss her forehead and softly say, "Time to wake up, green eyes."

"Mmm." She stirs but doesn't open her eyes.

I trace her jawbone. "Wake up, gorgeous."

Her eyes flutter open and then close again.

I chuckle, pull her on top of me, and place my lips on hers. She still doesn't open her eyes but slides her hands through my hair, parts her lips, and hungrily glides her tongue against mine.

I groan. Her kisses are hot, stirring my blood. She rocks her sex on my cock, hardening it further.

"We have to get going," I murmur then kiss her once more. "Time's ticking."

"Can we bathe first?"

"You don't want to be my dirty girl all day?"

Her lips twitch. "Define what I get for staying dirty."

"Don't tease me. Let's get moving." I give her one last peck on the lips, and we rise.

I pull the plastic bag of items I bought for her at the store out of my backpack, along with my things. "Here's your girly stuff."

She takes it. "Thanks."

I take advantage of her nakedness, assessing her body. She's always beautiful, but she's luminous in the morning light. It doesn't help my throbbing hard-on. When I glance back at her face, it has a sexy flush. I step forward and cup her cheeks. "You're stunning."

"I'm stinky."

I inhale deeply. "I think you smell like a woman who's had a lot of orgasms."

Her blush deepens, and she raises her eyebrows. "Exactly my point."

"I don't have a problem with that. And we need to get moving, so no shaving. I'll do it later."

Heat fills her green eyes. "I'm shaving my armpits. And I'm using your deodorant because I forgot to ask you to get me a stick."

Good. She doesn't have a problem with me shaving her.

I give myself a mental high five. "Okay. Armpits only. It might get buggy, so I think it's best to tie your hair up and wash it later."

She reaches down and runs her nails gently up the length of my cock, which no woman has ever done.

Fingertips, yes. Nails, no.

It flares my testosterone, and I pulse against her fingers.

"Sure. Whatever you say." She smirks, spins, and grabs a hair tie out of the bag. Walking toward the river, she puts her hair in a bun on the top of her head.